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johanna & katniss


She comes to in a white room, strapped to a cold metal table. They ask her where Katniss Everdeen is and what she part she played in setting up the shot that breached the arena, a historic first. When she doesn't give them the answers they want, they shock her and shoot her up with drugs - relaxants in an attempt to get her mouth loose enough to spill, other stimulants and psychedelics to put her on edge. Her body is one big chemical cloud, slipping steadily away from her working brain with each interrogation.

Sometimes, it'll be bad enough that she's on the verge of giving up what little she knows just to coax some water or bread from her captors, but there's always enough of the old, proud Johanna Mason left at the bottom of the barrel that keeps her from talking. That, and the thought of Everdeen or Odair or even Abernathy being turned over to the Capitol to be put under knife and needle and turned inside-out for answers. She's still got some steel in her, and she won't pussy out of what she promised and lay all their plans bare like some cockless aristocrat cowering at the sight of a gun. Not now, when it's so close to being completed.

Johanna is no one's bitch, least of all the Capitol's.

Fight them, Katniss. Be the toughest cunt you can be. Jack up Snow. I've done my share.

Now do yours.